段融 followed Yao Che, venturing deep into the dense forest.
Yao Che walked with his head down, silent. Although they had just met, Duan Rong could tell that Yao Che was a man of few words, so he walked silently as well, not trying to start a conversation.
As the two of them walked, after passing through a grove of lush beech trees, their path suddenly opened up.
Here, it was obviously a clearing carved out in the depths of the forest.
The area was quite large, enclosed by a wooden fence. Inside were some wooden huts of various sizes, scattered haphazardly like mushrooms sprouting in a wetland.
Among the wooden huts, there were also a few scattered tents, interspersed among them like rare white mushrooms amid a bunch of black ones.
In silence, Yao Che led Duan Rong into the clearing.
As they passed by one of the wooden huts, they saw a burly man at the door with a full beard, bare-chested, wiping his neck with a towel.
